Verse 38

³⁸Those whose aim is me are never lost in that peaceful state of mine, and my weapon, which does not blink, does not lick at them: those for whom I am the beloved, the self, the son, the friend, the teacher, the well-wisher, the god they choose. ³⁹This world here, and that other one, and the self that goes to both, and what follows after a self here, its wealth, its cattle, its houses, ⁴⁰all of these they let go, and everything else, and worship me who face every way with a devotion that has no other object, and I carry them across to the far side of death. ⁴¹Nowhere but in me, the Bhagavan, the Lord of nature and of the Person, the self of all beings, does the sharp fear come to an end.

⁴²It is from fear of me that this wind blows, from fear of me that the sun burns; from fear of me Indra rains, and fire burns, and death goes about. ⁴³Those who hold to yoga, by a yoga of devotion joined with knowledge and detachment, enter for their safety the ground of my feet, where fear comes from nowhere. ⁴⁴This much and no more is the rising of the highest good for men in this world: the mind laid down in me and steady there, by a keen yoga of devotion.